#115 (bright lady of the depths)

• shallow like the Mariana Trench her songs bury my fears acidic tears shimmering dreams rooted in my fins … nautical knights whetting their swords on lime stone and quicksand lurking sea beasts infiltrate my imagination … foam-arisen the bright lady of the depths bites my flesh tasting my memories I am a sweetwater eddy … Continue reading #115 (bright lady of the depths)